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A Thirsty Woman Dragging Herself Towards A Well Encounters More Than Water

As I stumbled up the steep hill our eyes met. He peered into my heart with his glass-like eyes. I dropped mine, staring at the dust. Not expecting to see anyone at the well, I encountered this man. I started having a flood of memories.  A flood of less than proud moments. Flashes of painful …

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